camp WHEN THE PARTY'S OVER = den fortifying / prompt

[scalejaw]

★ The materials they had gathered were good- but there was the other half of this issue. She steps in with what was found, heading for the nursery before all else. The medicine den and the elder's den would be paramount after that- surely, the apprentices and warriors could survive a little cold, but kits, and elders? She wasn't so sure about them. A breath left her, curling white in the cold sunlight as she stops besides the nursery.

Carefully taking a length of fern, she begins to weave where she can spy holes in the weaving of the den. Ears twitch and flutter as she works- her nose is freezing, her paws ache from standing against the cold ground, but better her then a queen or kit, yes? She works while she hums, beneath her breath and gently so. If anyone was to join her, Scalejaw offers a short smile, and- "Over on your right, I think that needs patching." Scalejaw offers. Studious eyes watch them move momentarily to ensure they found the spot, before nodding her head and returning to her task.

She steps back after finishing the patch she was looking on at, visually scanning the nursery.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎┌── AND JUST LIKE THE RAIN ⋅❁⋅ YOU CAST THE DUST INTO NOTHING ──┐‎

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  // ❄ Time to start fortifying those dens earlier than expected to keep out the chill!

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• SCALEJAW 🌧 she/her, lead warrior of shadowclan, sixty-six moons.
  ★ A SH black/LH blue smoke chimera with glowering orange eyes, tufts of fur that make her look dragon-akin, and scars that she wears with pride. motherly and stern attitude, with a warm streak for clanmates and a cruel streak for enemies.
  ★ mentoring no one
  ★ padding after no one / / mother to bonerattle, nightwhisper, and shadefall
  ★ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ★ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[SMOKYKIT]

While she had been told of the approaching change of the season and had felt the first frost beneath her very paws, Smokykit still finds herself baffled by the chill in the air every morning. Stubbornly, she has no will to accept that it's cold now and that it's going to stay that way for quite some time, and, as such, the clear solution in her mind is to just ignore the weather - to pretend that nothing is any different, and that her fur isn't puffed up more often than not. If she can trick the weather, then maybe it will ease up, and maybe everybody will stop worrying about the sudden changes and maybe crawling out of their shared nest in the morning wouldn't feel like so much of a chore.

It's pretty easy to ignore the frostbitten air when you keep busy, Smokykit's been learning - just take a few laps around camp, play a few games, and the cold just starts to fade away, unless you deliberately start to think about it. That's how her day started, hopping from game to game, though unusual movement around the nursery has her slowing in her tracks. Scalejaw is certainly a sight around camp she wouldn't forget, striking a figure equally imposing and impressive, but not exactly a regular denizen around the nursery. And, it's not like she's just here to visit or anything like that; no, she's pressed up against the outer wall, paws smoothly working to do...something.

Truthfully, Smokykit's not really sure what she's doing, and ordinarily she wouldn't hesitate to pipe up and inquire, but there's just something about the working cats that has her held rapt, as if mesmerized by their paw movements. Never before has she seen anything like it, the way that strands of ferns are so purposefully woven into the already-built walls of the nursery, and her own kitten-soft paws twitch with phantom movements.

It feels like only a few moments when Scalejaw steps back to examine her work, and Smokykit notices she's sat down at some point without realizing, though the girl has been far from still. Kneading paws, twitching tail, shifting positions - all unconscious acts to defend against the cold that now slips past her lowered defenses, sending a shiver down her spine. With the spell seemingly broken, Smokykit hops back to her paws, distantly hoping that whoever her playmates in whatever game had been most recent hadn't missed her too terribly - surely it wasn't that long that she'd been all but dead to the world, right?

Before Scalejaw can start to work on mending the next spotty patch, Smokykit practically bounces closer, admiring the work that's been patched as though she had any idea about what to look for. Minutes before, she never would have put thought into how the nursery walls got there or how they stayed standing; it was just a constant of life, as surely as Ashenfall and Flintwish and her littermates were. Glancing from the art to the artist, she points a paw up to the wall, not quite tall enough to reach the most recently mended patch. "How did you do that? I wanna do that too!" she chirps eagerly, practically vibrating with both excitement and the need to stay in motion.

Piled materials, carefully laid out to allow the workers easy access, quickly catch her attention, and Smokykit slides closer to lightly bat at a stray frond, as though hoping it will rise up and weave itself into the wall. She casts an expectant glance from the weaving materials back to any cat that seemed to show at least a mild interest in her query, poised for action.​

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ THE RADIO PLAYS A FAMILIAR SONG 𖤓 AND YOU ARE LOVED, YOU ARE LOVED ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

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• SMOKYKIT —. She/her, kit of ShadowClan
  — .Flintwish x Ashenfall, littermate to Promisekit, Tinykit, & Mercykit
  — . 2 moons old, ages on the 1st
  — .An ill-proportioned, smoky molly with bright amber eyes and an exceedingly curly, tangled pelt.
  — .Enthusiastic and vibrant, easily distracted, prideful & caring - friendly within reason
  — .Peaceful & healing powerplay permitted - brushing up against her, shoulder bumps, etc.
  — .Penned by Hijinks - feel free to DM me on Discord to plot! ^^
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[Gigglepaw]

The cold is coming by the day now, and Gigglepaw knows that the dens that need reinforcing are the ones that house the future of the Clan, first and foremost. She can remember her own time in the nursery, warm and cuddled up at Needledrift's side, and she wants to make sure that all of the kits this Leafbare can feel that same sense of protection - that she gets to help make that a reality for them is fun enough, even if some might view the weaving of the walls as a chore!

Gigglepaw works with the tip of her tongue sticking out from her maw, as she carefully bends materials in and out of one another, patching up holes that have worked their way into the lining of the nursery over the warmer moons. She's not quite as experienced as Scalejaw is in weaving, so she takes more time on one hole, but she dedicates herself to the work entirely, only getting distracted when Smokykit begins watching the older cats as they work. She offers the kit a big smile and continues working, at least until the kit asks her question, and Gigglepaw turns to look at her.

"It looks kinda easy at first, but it's a bit hard," she prefaces, looking around at the walls. "Here - why don't'cha come over here, and I'll show you how I do it? I dunno if I'm the best by any means, but I sure know enough to make it stick!" Gigglepaw chirps, gesturing for Smokykit to join her in her work.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎OOC ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎ .ᐟ.ᐟ INFO ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

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• GIGGLEPAW ✩ apprentice of shadowclan, eight moons
  → blinks incessantly & uncontrollably.
  → peaceful and healing powerplay permitted.
  → penned by Archivist → .archivist on discord.

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[shalestorm]

There is a constant chill in the air, there is frost on the ground, and Shalestorm is having none of it. There's not much to be done about the weather, though, and it's not like she's going to magically grow a longer coat, so she'll just have to keep going as she would every other day. Today, that energy is focused on den reinforcement, specifically the nursery.

Leaf-bare kittens are never a good idea, there's so many risks involved with their little bodies being frail and unable to fend off cold or illness well, and ShadowClan has a couple of leaf-bare litters to keep their minds on. Gigglepaw offers to show Smokykit how the weaving is done, and the warrior cannot help but smile fondly at the sight. Maybe one day Gigglepaw would make a good mentor with how willing she is to help even now.

"Did any material gathering patrols manage to find anything to warm up these nests with?' She asks, her question directed at Scalejaw.

if I held your hand // would that be okay?

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  (img) Shalestorm * she/her* 27 moons
  blue point/blue chimera w/ low white; blue eyes
  Peaceful & healing powerplay allowed || underline for attack
  penned by Neptune. || Neptune on disc, dm me for plots

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[RAINBOWKIT]

✦ — The sight of frost isn't a welcomed one and Rainbowkit doesn't enjoy the look of it quite frankly nor does he like how its colder for his paws to step upon. Although, he can't find himself complaining too much since his kitten fur is beginning to make way for a more grown coat that's helping him keep warm but he notices how the patchy areas that had been open before are starting to close. The dark tom slips out from the den to peer towards the warriors and apprentices that seem to be fixing the den making sure that none of the cold slipped in during the night. Much like Smokykit, he can't help but be curious on the way that they're carefully weaving the material onto the nursery and his large helm tilts to the side before sitting upright to lend his attention.

Once, he's an apprentice within the couple of few moons... Surely, he would be doing this too in the future so that the clan would sleep comfortably from snow and rain. This is his first leaf-fall or is it leaf-bare? He isn't sure but he finds himself not being the biggest fan of it and he nods at Smokykit's question only to see Gigglepaw willing to show his younger denmate how to do it. "I wanna see too..." The bicolored tom says as he walks over a little closer to inspect the apprentice's paw-work in patching up the nursery and his bottlebrush tail sweeps behind him, huh, it does look a lot harder but with time, he could absolutely do it on the first try.

AM I A TOY TO YOU, MY LOVE? ✦ JUST A THING TO PLAY AND THEN THROW AWAY

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  ✦ a unruly furred black and white tomkit with brown eyes & low white
  ✦ rainbowkit, despite his vibrant name, is anything but he tends to come off as dull or boring to those around him since he's moreso fixed on absorbing any knowledge offered to him. he won't entertain kit games and if he continues to be pressured into playing them, he isn't afraid to swat away his denmates with his six-toed paws and sharp words; all his opinions are IC only.
  ✦ 4 moons old; ages the 8th every month
  ✦ sexuality unknown; too young to consider love
  ✦ child of snakehiss and maggotfur
  ✦ brother to ivorykit and cornflowerkit
  ✦ semi-hard to befriend due to how stiff/standoffish he is ; stubborn/will pick fights if he sees necessary
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✦ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[BOUNCEKIT]

Bouncekit and Juniperkit were roughhousing just outside of the nursery. Bouncekit's paw moves to playfully cuff her sister's ear, but Juniperkit's head bobs just out of reach as she sticks her tongue out and blows a raspberry at her. "Can't hit me!" She teases with a squeal. "Can too!" Bouncekit defends and moves to nip at Juniperkit's tail. Her sister shrieked as Bouncekit's teeth collided with her skin, her paw planted itself onto Bouncekit's forehead and she dug her claws in. "Ow!" Bouncekit pulls away, "That hurt, frog-brain!"

Before the two could escalate their squabble, Juniperkit spotted Rainbowkit and Smokykit near the nursery with a group of warriors and apprentices. "What are they doing?" Juniperkit asks, a brow raising with confusion. Bouncekit shrugs, "Dunno… I think Scalejaw is fixing the nursery walls or something."

"Are they trying to help? Juniperkit raises an eyebrow.

"I guess." Bouncekit replied.

"That sounds so boring! Juniperkit groans.

Bouncekit agreed. "I won't be doing any of that until I'm an apprentice. I hope I get a cool mentor, so I do fun stuff, not boring chores. Did you hear apprentice's have to clean dirt from the elder's den sometimes?!"

Juniperkit's nose scrunched up in disgust, "What? Ewww! Gross!

"I know, right?" Bouncekit shuddered. "They can have fun doing chores. We can keep practicing our battle moves!"

Juniperkit grins, "Yeah! We're going to be the toughest apprentices the Clan's have ever saw!

Bouncekit giggles and throws herself at her sister, the two naive and unaware of the troubles leaf-bare's early awakening would undo onto them.